~Alessia~
The plane hummed softly as we flew to New York, the city lights twinkling far below. I sat beside Lorenzo, my nerves buzzing with excitement and a hint of fear.
This was my first big business trip, and that felt like tempting fate. Our deal was already hard to keep at home... Now, trapped together for two days, it felt like a test I wasn't sure I'd pass.
Lorenzo glanced at me, his eyes catching the dim cabin light. "Nervous?" he asked.
I shifted, my foot brushing his under the blanket we shared. "A little. First time in New York for work, what if I mess up?"
"You won't because you're sharper than half the team. Just stay by my side and follow my lead."
"Thanks, Ren. I'll try." I smiled, warmth spreading through me.
His hand found mine under the blanket, his thumb grazing my skin, sending shivers up my arm.
"Good girl," he murmured, and my breath hitched.
The subtle touch, hidden from the other passengers, made my pulse race. I pressed my foot against his, teasing back, and his lips twitched into a smirk.
"Careful," he warned against my ear. "You don't want me grinding you in here."
I leaned closer, whispering, "Maybe I want it."
His eyes darkened, but he pulled his hand away as the flight attendant passed by. The rest of the flight went smoothly.
At the hotel, my stomach dropped when the clerk apologized. "There's been a mix-up," she said. "We only have one suite available, not two rooms."
Lorenzo nodded, "We'll manage."
I swallowed hard, following him to the elevator. "One suite?" I asked, my voice shaky. "This is… unbelievable."
He glanced at me, amused. "You'll survive, Alessia. Unless you're scared of sharing space with me."
"Scared? No," I said, faking confidence. "Just hope you won't resist me."
He chuckled, the sound low and warm. "You'll find out tonight."
The suite was stunning... sprawling, with a king-sized bed and a view of the skyline. We unpacked in awkward silence as I tried looking away from him.
By evening, we decided to unwind with wine on the balcony, the city buzzing below. The air was crisp, and Lorenzo's presence beside me felt electric.
"To a successful trip," he said, clinking his glass against mine.
"To surviving you," I teased, sipping my wine.
He laughed, stepping closer, his arm brushing mine. "You're doing more than surviving, Alessia. You're driving me crazy."
My heart skipped. "Good crazy or bad crazy?"
He set his glass down, turning to face me.
"The kind that makes me want to break every rule and devour you." His hand slid to my waist, pulling me close. His lips grazed my ear, whispering, "Tell me to stop."
"Don't stop," I breathed, and his mouth claimed mine, slow and deep, tasting of wine. I melted against him, hands roaming his chest as he backed me against the balcony railing.
He lifted my skirt, his hand sliding between my thighs, rubbing my clit through my panties.
"Ren… here?" I gasped, the city lights blurring as pleasure built.
"Yeah... Right here," he growled.
He knelt, tugging my panties down, and kissed my inner thigh, his breath hot against my skin. His tongue flicked my clit, making my legs shake.
I gripped the railing, moaning as he sucked gently, his fingers sliding inside, curling just right.
"Ren, I'm close," I whimpered. He intensified the sucking, then pulled back, kissing me deeply, my taste on his lips.
"Aren't we doing it too much?" he asked, adjusting my skirt and I glared at him.
"No Lorenzo, I want it as well."
"Still Alessia, I—"
But a sharp knock at the door broke the moment, a hotel staff with a message. A rival company rep wanted a private meeting with Lorenzo, now...
★★★
~Lorenzo~
The lobby meeting with the rival rep left a sour taste in my mouth. The guy was slick, dropping hints about undercutting our merger, but I saw through his game.
Sabotage was their play, and I wasn't falling for it. I kept it short, my mind already back in the suite with Alessia.
She'd been waiting, probably frustrated from our interrupted moment on the balcony. The thought of her made my blood run hot as I headed back.
I found her on the suite's couch. Her eyes flicked to me, a mix of impatience and desire.
"Took you long enough," she said, setting her glass down. "Everything okay?"
"Business as usual," I said, loosening my tie. "Just someone trying to stir trouble."
She stood, her silk dress clinging to her curves. "You look tense. Need to unwind?"
Her teasing tone snapped my restraint. "You have no idea," I growled, crossing the room in two strides.
I pulled her close, kissing her hard, her soft moan fueling me. "You've been on my mind all night."
"Good," she whispered, fingers tugging at my shirt. "Show me."
I lifted her, carrying her to the massive bed, the city lights glowing through the window. I laid her down, peeling off her dress to reveal a red lace bra and matching panties.
"Matching lingerie," I murmured, my hands roaming her body. "You're killing me."
She smirked, arching her back as I took one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue flicking as she gasped, her hands gripping my hair.
"Oh… don't... stop," she pleaded and I trailed kisses down her stomach, her scent hitting me, intoxicating.
But tonight, I wanted something different. I stood, pulled my clothes, my cock hard and throbbing.
"Turn over," I ordered.
She obeyed, getting on her hands and knees, her ass up, perfect and inviting. I groaned, running my hands over her curves, squeezing gently.
"You want this?" I asked, teasing her entrance with the tip of my cock.
"Yes, Ren, please," she moaned, pushing back against me.
I eased into her from behind and she whimpered, her body adjusting to the new angle. I thrust steadily, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit.
"Feel that?" I whispered, my lips grazing her ear. She moaned louder, rocking back to meet my thrusts, her breaths ragged.
"Harder, Ren," she begged, and I obliged, picking up the pace, the bed creaking under us.
Her moans turned to cries, her body jerking as I worked her clit faster, fucking her harder.
"Yeah... Cum for me baby," I growled, feeling her clench around me. She shattered, screaming my name and I immediately covered her mouth with one hand as I thrust through her orgasm.
Then, I pulled out just in time, spilling on her lower back... my chest heaving. We collapsed together, her body warm against mine.
She panted, curling into me.
"You're so sweet," I said, kissing her forehead, trying to ignore the warmth spreading in my chest, dangerously close to feelings I couldn't afford.
We drifted, tangled in the sheets, until morning light woke us.
At breakfast, we sat across from each other, the merger meeting coming up in a few minutes. Alessia sipped her coffee, her hair mussed from last night, looking too damn perfect.
My phone rang, and I stepped away to take the call... my doctor's office, reminding me of a "health check-up" I'd dodged for days.
"Not now," I muttered, hanging up quickly.
"Who was that?" Alessia tilted her head as she suddenly asked, curious.
"Just work," I lied, brushing it off. "Ready for the meeting, Miss Williams?"
She nodded with a smile, but her eyes said otherwise. I turned away, ignoring the pain in my chest, hoping she hadn't caught the worry on my face...